Hazy Acres

Whisked by the windy wind

As the former is blown around 

Dusty miniature tornado

Small little things tucked in 

Almost got stuck 

Take my shoes as a token of how many miles we have gone 

Won’t be needing them

In a jumping sensation we’ve all but forgotten

Some moments that don’t rise 

Safer in the ground 

Dig up the future 

New energy in the root crops 

Wear it on your shoulder 

In the symbols along the old shed waiting 

Now painted fresh 

With a notice to change 

All has changed 

And will change 

New versions of life 

More to say 

To send off out there in the truth

Being in the crowded space 

Sensing the yearning of their belonging

Feels right to watch from a distance 

Allowing the channels to flow in and around

The most basics of doing 

In a cafe with this youth 

How the attempt to not conform 

Is conformity 

Being human is weird 

We became the new plastic 

Yet optimistic because A.I. will make things less difficult

Removing emotion while saying we want to be more emotional 

Breathe deep under water

Grow in a an editing culture 

Minus your soul to be liberal

What the hell happened

Painted stones outside an old house crumbling 

They pop the pills in the morning 

Watching themselves watch themselves watching themselves

Last week

I drew a circle to speak in 

Under a cheap blanket that makes me sweat

Telling me something at 3am 

Craving an unknown dynamic 

Up and up and up 

Shoot hoops in the dark 

Wait for the fire trucks to leave and come back again

I float away a little each day

It’s good